Minor in Possession
“Unperturbed by my tale of the snake, he gave me a bathrobe and a pair of rubber thongs. The robe, a shocking pink chenille, evidently belonged to Dolores and came close to wrapping around me twice. The thongs, blue rubber dime store jobs, were definitely Shorty’s. They were wide enough for my feet, but my heels hung off the back end by a good inch and a half.
I wanted him to exhibit some visible reaction when I told him about the snake. I wanted him to act like it was something out of the ordinary, for him to be more upset, but Shorty Rojas wasn’t the excitable type.
“Happens every time we have a flood,” he said with a shrug. “Them snakes hole up in the bank along the river. When high water gets to ’em, they go looking for someplace warm and dry. What’d you do, leave your door open? Hang on a minute. I’ll go get my snake stick and a burlap bag.”
He pulled a much-used Stetson down from a hook on the wall near the door and shoved it on his head.
“You mean this kind of thing happens often?”
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